Chapter 1661

Qiao Yuanxian's straightforward remarks made Ling Zihuan take a breath.

The corners of her mouth gaped.

"Grandfather Joe, you misunderstood me! My second uncle and I... "

The little girl subconsciously wants to refute, but in the middle of her words, she just keeps silent.

At this moment, there were many feelings that she didn't understand, including the careful thoughts that she had tangled with.

How much do you like Joe?

This sentence, such as the top.

Ling Zihuan's innocent emotional world, suddenly surged a sentence: she likes the second uncle!

It's not the simple love of the younger generation for the elder, it's the feelings of more men and women.

Once this idea came into being, Ling Zihuan pursed the corners of her mouth and her face faded.

She seems to understand why she likes to stick to her second uncle. She also clearly remembers why her second uncle's bleak back was always in her mind when she left the ward.

But... Can she like second uncle?

He is so excellent and handsome, and there are so many women who love her.

And what about her? Nothing, nothing!

Besides, if the second uncle knew that she had such a mind for him, would he ignore her forever?

Thinking of this, Ling Zihuan's face is even more pale.

A kind of unprecedented panic and tension, like a giant net, imprisoned her in it.

At this time, Qiao Yuanxian waited patiently for Ling Zihuan to answer. Seeing that her face was getting more and more wrong, he asked: "what do you want to say? Don't you like him? "

Ling Zihuan looked at him at a loss, his eyes filled with fear.

It's like a little rabbit in a panic.

She was enveloped in a feeling that she might be disgusted by her second uncle and couldn't get rid of it.

That's her second uncle, doting on her elders!

The more I think about it, the more difficult it is to sustain it.

In the end, Ling Zihuan didn't say a word and began to cry.

Qiao Yuanxian:

He looked at the tearful look of the little girl with a headache, as if she was wronged.

This kind of clean and clear little girl, if wailing, may be more in line with her temperament.

But her silent tearful gesture, as if greatly wronged, look at Qiao Yuanxian bursts of irritability.

He unconsciously looked at the table and bit his teeth. "What are you crying for?"

Then he turned to old Duan, who was eavesdropping behind the door, and said, "bring a tissue!"

It's strange that he can't see Ling Zihuan crying!

The little girl's tears hurt him a little.

In the end, he is still young. Maybe he was scared by his serious expression.

Qiao Yuanxian looked up at the sky and closed his eyes slowly. He had been a monk for many years. He thought that his seven emotions and six desires had already been thrown out of the clouds by him.

I didn't expect that a little girl of Ling family could still affect his compassion.

A few seconds later, Lao Duan trots from the attic with a tissue in his arms.

Approaching a look, can not, this little girl suffered what grievance, obviously choking gas in tears, blush is not decent.

He looked at Qiao Yuanxian, and his expression was very disapproval.

Sir, it's very kind of you to leave your family!

Bullying a little girl is no monk!

In his heart, Lao Duan didn't dare to speak too much. In silence, he took out a paper towel and handed it to Ling Zihuan. Seeing that she didn't answer, he shook it with a paper towel and comforted her: "little girl, don't cry. Wipe it quickly. Our husband is joking with you."

The words fall, Ling Zi Huan shrivels mouth to raise head, then suddenly wails!

Old Duan was confused, his fingertips trembled, and the paper towel also fell on the ground with the wind.

What did he say?!

At this time, Qiao Yuanxian tightened his brows and looked very ugly. He raised his hand and pulled Lao Duan, "shut up!"